#absolute fiends

[musingcyril]

“You’ll be in fucking heaven - guilty that you let me wait this long for you” he replied to her words; huffed a breath against her skin at her laughter when he knew all too well that when she spoke with confidence it was all but a show. He could easily bring her to the edge just as he is now. His cock was buried in the channel of her most tender holes. She didn’t need to give that; could have made him earn it but she chose to willingly give her body in any way she could have him. He had not missed her slip of the tongue. She loved him; just as he did her.

It seemed so right to have her on his cock; taking every inch of him and giving herself this pleasure. The fact that she had carried the same thoughts as he had when they were young made him regret not acting on it sooner. If he had, those years of watching her with another man would have been less painful. It was his chance now to show her what it meant to be worshiped and to be taken to such heights of ecstasy that she would never sate herself without him. It was his promise to her to keep her satisfied; and addicted to him.

“I’ll hold you to that. dear sister. I won’t allow the night to end without seeing you take my cock buried in that sweet mouth of yours” he said, assuring that her commitment to her words stood ground, lest she torture him with the thought and take such a gift from him. She already spoke of her desire; her filthy words spilt from her lips and he knew. Paige would drink from him. She would give herself to swallow his cum. It was only inevitable. “I wonder if my dear sister could take it if I fucked her mouth. I’ve dreamed of you sitting prettily on your knees for me, choking and starving for air” he spoke, speaking almost calmly between his breaths as he fucked her hole with firm strokes. “You would look so pretty” he whispered, touching his fingers along her neck and collar.

At her command to him, he growled in his throat. He didn’t need to be told twice as he took a firm hold of her hips. His cock slipped into her arse, quick and hard with a punishing pace to make her feel the strength of his power. She would feel him when he was finished with her; to have her more than trembling but broken in by him. That tight channel would be aching; sore - pulsing and dripping with his seed.

The cry of her release; was music to his ears as it rang in his ears. Her pleas to have him release inside her ass followed soon after. The heavy load that sat heavy in his balls poured his cum deep into her hole and spread onto her skin. It was an experience he could not forget. His sweet step-sister brought him the height of his own release; no other woman compared to her.

He groaned as she purred, eyes moving to look at the mess he had left behind on her skin of his cum painted on her ass. Her ass, leaked his thick white load as it continued to tremble. Cyril hummed, her voice honeyed and her eyes were hooded in delirium. He softly chuckled; the thrill of her wrecked and in ruins of her mind overrun with pleasure. “It was, wasn’t it?” he asked, smirking wickedly.

He saw the look in her eyes; he was not yet done with him and agreed most ardently; words needn’t be exchanged. “The best idea I’ve heard all night, sister” He nodded in agreement; quick to think of a solution to their predicament. They were both freshly fucked, hair messy, skin gleaming with sweat and smelling like sex. Cyril kissed and met her with the same need to leave and retake her. His heart soared at the thought of a night just starting; a love growing with his step-sister to be his alone.

“Meet me at the car. I’ll take care of our parents” he told her, pulling back finally to dress and buckle his pants. Cyril removed a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiping her down before pocketing the stained piece of fabric with a smirk. “Don’t worry, it won’t be the last time I paint your skin with my cum, sister” he said bluntly with a smirk. Leaning down he pulled on his shirt, fixing his hair to look presentable again. He offered a hand as he found her shirt and handed it to her. “Be careful on your walk back to my car - I wouldn’t want you falling over” he chuckled. observing her slight limp after the soreness of their activities.

“And thank you for letting me fuck that sweet hole, sister.” he nudged her nose with his and kissed her softly. “I hope it won’t be the last” leaving her to ruminate over the thought now that she wouldn’t soon forget the feeling of her step-brother pounding her tight channel.

“It’d be divine…I-I mean absolutely horrible,” A soft chortle fell from her lips as her face flushed with arousal. Paige would love nothing more than to have his hands all over her body, worshipping her like she deserved to be treated. It sounds heavenly. “Mmm. We do my lo-my dear brother,” she hummed blissfully. “I’d like to taste you too and have your cum in my mouth,” she casually commented all the wishful thinking she had in her younger years.

The brunette was absolutely beside herself, her body filled with the utmost desire and unadulterated burdening lust and want coursing through her. It was what she craved and had been longing for, for too long. To be filled by him, unable to stop herself to push back against him as he completely obliterated her private hole. The sound of his groans brought a certain satisfaction and smugness upon her features, that it was she who would be able to elicit those moans from him. Only heightened the experience knowing.

She wasn’t going to last long. Her body thrummed with excitement. As they were finally absolutely to experience what they had both secretly craved for all those years. This year was looking much brighter by the moment, knowing they could fully have each other, despite the repercussions it might have, she wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no going back now. He’s it for her. In her heart of hearts she always knew this. The moment he’d have her she’d never want anyone else. Soft mewls of delight. “I have my moments,” she answered, a soft sigh emitted as his lips captured hers once more fueled with such intensity, as she poured every ounce of being she held for him.

Their heavy moans mingled together, along with the distinct smell of sex in the air. She hummed happily. “Yes, yes, dear brother. Fuck me like you mean it,” she said voice, steeped with seduction. As his cock pounded into her tight canal. “Mmm,” was all she replied in response as her body ached and sore in the most delicious way. God, it felt amazing.

Paige’s orgasm hit her hard, harder than ever before possibly due to who it’s with contributed quite a bit. Her walls spasming around her digits as she tightened around his cock. “Oh fuck, brother,” she cried out in pleasure, she could sense that he was almost at the precipice “Cum in me,” her desperate plea fell from her lips as he fucked her at a ruthless pace.

Hearing him curse and to have his forehead resting upon her shoulder, with her back drenched in perspiration. Soft whimpers expelled from her throat as her digits rubbed her sensitive clit. With his hands upon her hips holding her steady with his punishing pace of each of his vicious thrusts inside her hole. Both of them exhibited wreckless abandon in such throes of passion.

Her breathing regained to normal as the waves of ecstasy slowly started to ebb from her body. “Oh God,” she purred like a kitten with a satiated smile etched upon her features as she heard him finally come undone. It was her new favorite noise. Feeling his cock expand inside her canal, filling her hole with his potent seed. One of her hands reached behind and grasped harder at his backside. “So good, so good,” she hummed.

Feeling him pull out and spurt some of his milky seed upon her flesh, ignited the fire that still burned brightly. “Oh yes,” she cooed as with hooded eyes as she took in the sight of his work. A low hum of satisfaction escaped as they breathed deeply. “That was fucking incredible, dear brother,” she breathed heavily. She was still quite delirious at all the stars and blinging light that evaded her senses. Incredibly sore, but she still wanted…needed more. Her tongue darted out the wet her lips. “I think…I think it’s about time you take me home. What do you say, brother?” she suggested as her hands grasped his cheeks pulling him closer for a kiss filled with the same amount of urgency as before. Paige can’t see this immense feeling waning in the foreseeable future.

[thegreendiamondart]

Hi I loved your doodle of sozo so I'm happy you want requests

Can you draw baal and aym? they are my favorites right now

I actually already have a few doodles of the twins in my little doodle horde!

They were moreso to determine how I’d draw them (especially since I’m in “the twins are literally narinder and forneus’s kids” club and i wanted them to resemble how id draw the two)

[mintygreencake]

Early bittersweet basically: DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAILLLL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ -Seth

[clarae-guns]

they'd talk about fnaf lore, I think

ignore that I spelt beffuddling wrong no I didn't

w/o dialog below the cut

[genshin-impact-updates]

"Vibrant Harriers Aloft in Spring Breeze" Gameplay Details

Hello, Travelers! The "Vibrant Harriers Aloft in Spring Breeze" event will be available soon! What stories and events await you during the annual Lantern Rite?

[artwithoutblood]

Babe, wake up. New AWB game about torturing someone.

A demon, in a 450 year desperation to know what death feels like, contracts another demon's eldritch disease. His eyes must be removed to get rid of the disease. In exchange for this removal, he must be cut and ripped apart at another's amusement.

Perhaps this is a game about death. Perhaps it is a game about consent. Perhaps it is a game about nothing. Does it matter?

Features:

8.9k+ words

4 endings

Choose your own blood color

Two very, very troubled immortals

Submitted for the 2024 dialogue jam. Based in Art Without Blood's universe, though you do not need to play any others in the series before playing this one.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 107

"Darling" and "Dear" can be written away as him being gay, a bard, and british From Lettenhove, Geralt assures himself one late night, early into traveling with Jaskier. "Dearest" and "Dearheart" make sense. Geralt muses one late night, after a few years of traveling with Jaskier. Jaskier has said before that Geralt's his best friend, they travel together constantly, nearly all of Jaskier's songs are about him, it makes sense to mean this much. "Sweeting" "Honey" "Sweetheart" are confusing, and Geralt doesn't understand. It's been more years with Jaskier, and more and more names keep appearing, but these ones do nothing but confuse and vex him. Those are usually used for romantic partners, aren't they? Does Jaskier mean them in a teasing manner? "My love" Jaskier calls him this one night, and Geralt.... Geralt panics. He mumbles something stupid and practically books it into the woods to think. He worries for how it'd appear to poor Jaskier, but he can't help but need a few minutes to process it. Love? My love? Does Jaskier really see him so fondly?

If Geralt marches back there and snogs the life out of him, is it too soon?

[embodiment-of-stress]

Mark Winters listening to Vanessa Carlton in the car is my new favorite PD bit

[doodlesdreaming]

Dared to be bold...

[m0bloo]

viv fixing arthur's face in ep. 11

[b0ylik3r]

this post appeals to a very specific demographic

[hasdrubal-gisco]

pardon me the indulgence but cannot understand how some of you live without knowing love. watching from the sidelines as people use terms like “situationship,” “talking stage,” “the ick” really makes me feel like i made it out of germany in 1932, i was on the last train out. with time you can really feel the eros transform into the philotheia of plato’s symposium (NOT philia, ie. contemporary use of “platonic” love), something that clearly needs to transcend past attraction, carnal or otherwise. the kind of relationship that totally buffs out the wear and tear on a person from every-day life; as žižek said, something that so closely resembles insanity that it cannot convincingly be separated from it. sometimes i really think maybe it’s not that everything reminds me of her, maybe i just am her to an extent

i also think this is less likely or less strong the more your relationship is built on any practicality, which comes with age. there’s a difference between falling in love when your life has no structure and bending your life to someone, and finding someone who fits your life once it has established parameters. if you are employed full-time and not in this kind of relationship, you missed your chance, it's over for you, you can only have a contractual obligation

[bruhstation]

HAPPY (EARLY) BIRTHDAY RED @hkpika07​ I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS HUMBLE ART OF YOUR THREE STOOGES

[outdatedprometheus]

COMMISSION I GOT DONE FROM @ottosbigtop !!!!! SOOOO FRICKIN OBSESSED WITH THE WAY IT LOOKS, BEST MONEY I'VE EVER SPENT, ABSOLUTE PLEASURE TO WORK WITH. 10/10 YELP REVIEW HIGHLY RECOMMEND FOR YOUR FUTURE COMMISSION NEEDS.

[pebblezone]

The Hellsing Organization Goes To Brazil!!

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

If you’re still accepting requests/prompts

Crawls away, overstimulated meets crawls after them/drags them back with Heisenberg or something else

🛑✋🏾🛑✋🏾 ADULTS ONLY ✋🏾🛑✋🏾🛑

🛑✋🏾🛑✋🏾 MINORS DNI!!! ✋🏾🛑✋🏾🛑

pairing: gender neutral reader x Karl Heisenberg*

*he may or may not still be a lycan in this one (like he is in YSLT), I didn't really give any indication to either him or reader being anything other than human apart from the, uh ... rut-like desperation, let's say (... you'll see what I mean in a minute ;)

cw: dubcon, overstimulation, resistance play, biting, toe-sucking, ass-eating, face-slapping, mouth-covering, real sex-pest Heisendaddy behavior, the whole nine, I'm so serious, a lot of "no"s being ignored in this one

❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

It was official.

You and Lord Heisenberg had just entered the second hour of what started off as - and was supposed to be - a quick, frenzied tryst in the workshop before descending into what you could already tell was going to be a full afternoon of balls-deep fucking.

You'd thought it was almost sweet at first - the sheer gusto alone was breathtaking.

But then he just wouldn't stop.

He just ... kept ... going.

And going.

And fucking going.

You only knew an hour had passed because when you were lying on the ground - the only thing separating your naked body from the workshop floor being Karl's coat - you'd caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall and realized how much time had gone by.

This is ridiculous, you hiss silently, shuddering and panting as your second - third? Fourth? - climax rips through you.

You feel his mouth between your legs for the 3rd time in the last twenty minutes alone and wince as your senses, pushed into overdrive, start to overload.

This is INSANE, you amend. We'll be here all goddamn day!

You try to tell him as much, but it gets you absolutely nowhere.

At first, Karl is merely content to shush you - whispering sweet-nothings and reassuring you that it would be over soon, that he was so close, you're so fucking sexy, you're going to make him cum so fast.

When that revealed itself to be a fucking lie, you begin to actively resist him - shoving at his shoulders, closing your legs against his gloved hands, turning your head or even biting him when he tries to stick his tongue in your mouth.

He was amused at first ("Feeling feisty, huh?"), but then quickly grows frustrated.

Which in turn earns you a slap in the face and that beautiful dick of his crammed down your throat, effectively silencing your protests.

You feel his balls slapping against your chin with each grunting thrust. His hands grip your head, shoving you up and down his shaft until you're too dizzy to resist.

"Don't wanna bite me now, do ya?" he growls, knowing full well you wouldn't dare.

You can't answer - outside of the embarrassing glkglkglkglk sound he was forcing out of you.

"Huh? Was that a yes? Try it ... See what happens."

He releases you abruptly, shoving you back onto the ground. You blink the spots from your eyes and wait for the room to stop spinning as you cough and sputter, making an even bigger mess of your face.

About a second or two later you feel his hands on your shoulders and his knees beside your hips, caging you in.

You slap his hands away, swearing and grumbling under your breath about what a goddamn menace he is. You manage to rotate onto your stomach and hoist yourself upright on your hands and knees.

In hindsight, this action was probably a little naïve.

You thought shoving his hands away and crawling out from under him was the universal signal for "I would like to stop now."

And for a moment? Karl actually seems to take the hint and back off.

... Only for you to feel his hands on your hips and realize that he had interpreted your movement much differently than you intended.

He buries his face between your cheeks and starts tonguing your ass, panting and huffing like he can't get enough.

Which in all likelihood, he can't.

You gasp at the feeling of his facial hair tickling you. Then you crumple, chest-down, to the ground as you feel his tongue probing you, heedless of the fact that you're covered head to toe with sweat and debris.

Your right thigh starts to wobble. The wobble becomes an spastic shake as the sensation becomes so intensely good, its almost unbearable.

The shake creeps outward to the rest of your body as Karl adds his fingers to the mix, muttering under his breath about how amazingly responsive you are as he fucks his middle, index and ring finger into your ass.

Between the effort to stay somewhat upright and not faint outright (even now you can't deny that the man has gifted fingers ...), it's a miracle you have the coordination to try evading him again.

When he takes his fingers out of you, you shake his hands off your hip and crawl quickly in the direction of the door, intending to use your momentum to carry to you feet, out the door, to freedom and maybe a shower because you're an absolute mess.

His grip on your ankle begs to differ.

Your Lord's touch is hard and unforgiving as, with one harsh tug, he pulls you right back where you started.

"Karl - !"

"We're not. Done yet."

He flips you onto your back as you get tangled up in his coat sprawled out on the ground. You drag it with you to cover yourself. He pushes the garment up with an impatient grunt, re-exposing your lower body. He thrusts himself inside you in one brutal, sloppy stroke.

"For fuck's SAKE, Karl - !" you cry out before his gloved palm slaps down over your mouth, stifling the swearing diatribe you were about to spit in his face.

"Shut up. And quit running from me," he rasps, his tone caught somewhere between smoldering irritation and what can only be growing desperation.

You manage to jerk your face out from under his hand long enough to snap, "Then get ON with it!"

"We're almost done, I told you."

"You said that an hour ago!"

Karl freezes. Then he glares down at you and coldly asks, "Are you clock-watching?"

An icy tendril of fear creeps down your back. You shake your head. You might be willing to put your paws on him when he goes too far, but you know better than to wound the man's pride - the one sore point that might legitimately get you killed, even with all you've come to mean to him.

"N-No, I -!" you begin, only for his hand to come down over your mouth again.

"Good. Now quit you whining!" he growls as he starts fucking mercilessly into you again with renewed vigor. "We're almost there."

He lets go your mouth and gathers you closer to him, the increased pressure and friction driving you that much closer to insanity. You feel another orgasm building, and you can tell this one's going to be messy.

"K-Karl, baby ... Please ... Give me a -"

"Shh, shhhhhhh," he whispers. "Almost there."

"Karl ..."

"Almost there. Almost ... Almost there"

Roughly half an hour later, the two of you finally get "there".

After several detours, of course.

Your Lord felt compelled to fuck your mouth again.

Then he spanked and berated you for protesting and trying to ward him off.

Then he sucked your toes greedily (a concerning first, since he'd never shown any interest in your feet up to this point) before finally, at long, long last, cumming inside you before collapsing on top of you.

"See? That didn't take so long, did it?"

You manage to slap him twice over his head before he even processes through the haze of post-orgasm bliss that you're striking him.

He look at you blankly for a moment, the depths of his eyes cold and almost transparently remote as he floats back down to Earth. You're reeling back for a third time when he catches you hand without even looking.

"Oh, I see ... You haven't had enough yet."

"Get OFF me, you oaf!"

"You should have told me so, buttercup. I would have held off a little longer."

"I swear I'll claw your eyes out if you don't leave me ALONE!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that's right, talk dirty to me. That's the way to get me off your ass."

"FUCK YOU."

He snorts.

"You will, if you'd just hold still. So impatient ... It's like you're trying to get me hard again."

"Karl - !"

Whatever you were trying to say is lost in his mouth as he kisses you till you quiet down.

And he keeps going.

- Saint

P.S. - My ask box is still open for requests! This was so much fun, and I can't wait to get more. Also, shoutout to the anon who sent me this. I love a good yanked-back-after-crawling-away kinda vibe 😘😘😘